Sir Mor Lindor, King’s Knight and Lord Commander of the Tart Guard
After Eight Barbarian (Zealot) / Paladin - Level 3 & 2
Honour and Duty are bound to Knighthood as is sacrifice. No one thinks about the survivors guilt.
Sir Mor is... was a King’s Knight. Has always been The King’s Knight. Mor was raised to forgo the life of their title and hunt for war instead. Even as a child they was a brutal fighter but good-hearted, which earned them a position right beside the Prince Scotch, having recently returned from his fated Sugarplum Fairy-tale. They shared their youth and before long were not to be parted.
Not by title, grief, or stately marriages. And yet, by death, they were.
Mentos Mori is a night Sir Mor cannot remember. Try and try and try as they might, only flashes remain. Nightmares of a fevered King Scotch demanding the guard ride off in the middle of the night - screams - blood - a foul smell. Then yearning.Yearning is the most unnerving.
People say Sir Mor was brought to court a blank slate found wandering, an amnesiac five years after the catastrophe. Others say they were in hiding; A rare few say they sold their soul to the Sugarplum Fairy to survive, but many are too scared to agree.They do serve, though, as her soldier as true as the Crowns. Tenuous as their relationship may be.
Sir Mor’s life now is stunted as a knight of war in a time of peace and ruined by their daily duty of royal babysitting for their True King’s baby brother. Their old life is gone. Their King is gone. Honour is sunk under the crushing weight of so much humiliation and loss.
If hope dies along with those we love, is there any chance of redemption after death?
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